Thanks for all the reviews. I'm a sucker for nice comments, well, any kind
of comments, so keep'em coming. (
Roguechere-Please accept my apology for getting back to you so late. I kept
thinking about it, but whenever I started writing it just slipped my mind,
but thanks for reminding me. But to clarify, Rogue wasn't the one that was
doing the calling, that was all John, Bobby just happened to be coming out
of some classroom or other and saw Rogue on the ground and John was calling
for help. Sorry if that didn't make sense.
A/N-HAHA, the genius that I am didn't notice that when I post my stories it
doesn't add enough space between the different scenes, I guess you could
say. But I'll be fixing that, so that's what the long line of hyphens are
in case you're confused. Hopefully it'll add those, cause if it doesn't
then you will have no idea about what I'm talking about. heh. (Could it be
more obvious that this is my first fic?)
No Rain
Rogue sat on her bed, face down in a pillow. It was Friday, meaning she
only had a day or so left before she could no longer control her power.
Well, I haven't even been doing that very well. When Rogue could control
her powers, it was good, but when she couldn't it was terrible. She had
already accidentally sent three people to the infirmary by absorbing their
powers without meaning to. This happened when she wasn't concentrating, or
concentrating too hard. She would usually end up sucking the powers of
someone she was sitting next to or was looking at, then escorted out of the
classroom by one of the teachers while another student took the one she had
damaged to Dr. McCoy. It was frustrating beyond all belief for Rogue.
Her sessions with Hank weren't helping nearly as much as she had hoped for,
either. She guessed she always had that idea in her mind that if she was
held at gunpoint and forced to play some great masterpiece on the piano,
she could sit there and bang out Bach with no problem. She also assumed
that if she had one session with Hank she would be able to control her
powers with great ease and never have to wear gloves again. Both ideas
proved to be faulty, though she had never been held at gunpoint she was
pretty sure that her piano playing abilities would never exceed Mary Had a
Little Lamb.
Being sorely disappointed that she couldn't adequately control her powers
and that she probably scared her classmates half to death, she sat on her
bed while classes went on without her. She didn't want to risk hurting
another person, and she knew by the look that her classmates gave her, that
they were slightly scared of her. Any other person might not have been able
to catch it, but she recognized the look from when she had first arrived
and had used her powers on Logan. That wasn't one of her prouder moments,
but he had stuck his freaking claws through chest, what the hell was she
supposed to do?
Rogue flipped onto her back and sighed. Hopefully her teachers would
understand her reason for not being in class. She prayed they wouldn't try
and persuade her otherwise. "If only I could talk to someone," she muttered
under hear breath. She tilted her head and stared at the door, half
expecting someone to come waltzing through with flowers and tea. When none
was forthcoming she sat up and decided to take a shower, not being able to
stand her greasy hair any longer.
When she was fully dressed, bathed, and dry she dared step out of the cover
of her living quarters, whereupon she smacked head on into Logan.
"Uh.oops." Was all that she could emit from her mouth as she stared up at
Logan, his facial expression slightly bemused.
"Aren't you supposed to be in class," his eyes narrowed.
"Well, you see, the thing is.I don't want to hurt anyone and since it's
Friday I didn't think that anyone would miss me." Rogue's excuse faltered.
"You know."
Logan made a noise that was somewhere between disapproval and a growl. "I
should make you go to class..."
"Please don't, I really didn't want to hurt anyone, cause my power.and
stuff," her voice died in her throat under Logan's penetrating stare.
He sighed. "Whatever, kid." If Rogue's eyes weren't deceiving her, Logan's
expression turned to that of pity. "You want to get food or something?"
"Yeah, I think there's some left over lasagna in the kitchen."
"No, I mean I'll take you out for some food, you look like the walking dead
anyway."
Rogue absentmindedly ran her hand through her hair. "Thanks."
"Come on, I'll treat."
"You know, you were never the one to pay for things."
"And you never accept good things when they come. Let's go."
"It's cause they're never there," she muttered under her breath, following
him out the door.
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30 minutes later Logan and Rogue were sitting in a dimly lit café that
Rogue had insisted they go to. Logan was staring at his soda, probably
depressed it wasn't beer. Rogue sat sipping her cappuccino, staring
distractedly out the window. It was the same place she had sat with John.
"So old wheels told me you can control your powers."
Rogue snorted. "Yeah, and pigs can fly," she responded, using a cliché she
usually detested, but it seemed to fit her situation.
"He did say you were having some troubles with it."
"Troubles? Troubles?I practically sent three kids to their deathbeds
already, " she turned to stare at him. "And I wasn't even touching them!
I'm dangerous, I shouldn't even be here right now, what if I hurt you?
There's no way in hell I'm driving that bike all the way to the mansion to
get help. And what about-"
"Rogue," Logan cut her off. "Rogue, kid, you're new to this. The Professor
didn't expect you to master it the first day."
"But I only have a couple more days and I can't-I can't afford to waste
them," her speech was slowing down. "Do have any idea how much I hate this?
Not being able to touch anyone. I mean, love the X-men, I really do, and
I'm so proud to be a mutant," she bit her lip, shaking her head. "But I
really wish I could know what it feels like to be normal." Sighing, Rogue
reached for her drink, reconsidered, and finally rested her head in her
hands.
"Look, kid, I've known you long enough to know that you can do this. You're
stronger than you give yourself credit for." At this Logan adapted a small
smile. "Come on. We better get back to the mansion, ol' one eye might think
I kidnapped you."
Rogue followed Logan out of the café and strapped on her helmet, closing
her eyes as they zoomed past different shops and houses, wishing she were
any where but here.
of comments, so keep'em coming. (
Roguechere-Please accept my apology for getting back to you so late. I kept
thinking about it, but whenever I started writing it just slipped my mind,
but thanks for reminding me. But to clarify, Rogue wasn't the one that was
doing the calling, that was all John, Bobby just happened to be coming out
of some classroom or other and saw Rogue on the ground and John was calling
for help. Sorry if that didn't make sense.
A/N-HAHA, the genius that I am didn't notice that when I post my stories it
doesn't add enough space between the different scenes, I guess you could
say. But I'll be fixing that, so that's what the long line of hyphens are
in case you're confused. Hopefully it'll add those, cause if it doesn't
then you will have no idea about what I'm talking about. heh. (Could it be
more obvious that this is my first fic?)
No Rain
Rogue sat on her bed, face down in a pillow. It was Friday, meaning she
only had a day or so left before she could no longer control her power.
Well, I haven't even been doing that very well. When Rogue could control
her powers, it was good, but when she couldn't it was terrible. She had
already accidentally sent three people to the infirmary by absorbing their
powers without meaning to. This happened when she wasn't concentrating, or
concentrating too hard. She would usually end up sucking the powers of
someone she was sitting next to or was looking at, then escorted out of the
classroom by one of the teachers while another student took the one she had
damaged to Dr. McCoy. It was frustrating beyond all belief for Rogue.
Her sessions with Hank weren't helping nearly as much as she had hoped for,
either. She guessed she always had that idea in her mind that if she was
held at gunpoint and forced to play some great masterpiece on the piano,
she could sit there and bang out Bach with no problem. She also assumed
that if she had one session with Hank she would be able to control her
powers with great ease and never have to wear gloves again. Both ideas
proved to be faulty, though she had never been held at gunpoint she was
pretty sure that her piano playing abilities would never exceed Mary Had a
Little Lamb.
Being sorely disappointed that she couldn't adequately control her powers
and that she probably scared her classmates half to death, she sat on her
bed while classes went on without her. She didn't want to risk hurting
another person, and she knew by the look that her classmates gave her, that
they were slightly scared of her. Any other person might not have been able
to catch it, but she recognized the look from when she had first arrived
and had used her powers on Logan. That wasn't one of her prouder moments,
but he had stuck his freaking claws through chest, what the hell was she
supposed to do?
Rogue flipped onto her back and sighed. Hopefully her teachers would
understand her reason for not being in class. She prayed they wouldn't try
and persuade her otherwise. "If only I could talk to someone," she muttered
under hear breath. She tilted her head and stared at the door, half
expecting someone to come waltzing through with flowers and tea. When none
was forthcoming she sat up and decided to take a shower, not being able to
stand her greasy hair any longer.
When she was fully dressed, bathed, and dry she dared step out of the cover
of her living quarters, whereupon she smacked head on into Logan.
"Uh.oops." Was all that she could emit from her mouth as she stared up at
Logan, his facial expression slightly bemused.
"Aren't you supposed to be in class," his eyes narrowed.
"Well, you see, the thing is.I don't want to hurt anyone and since it's
Friday I didn't think that anyone would miss me." Rogue's excuse faltered.
"You know."
Logan made a noise that was somewhere between disapproval and a growl. "I
should make you go to class..."
"Please don't, I really didn't want to hurt anyone, cause my power.and
stuff," her voice died in her throat under Logan's penetrating stare.
He sighed. "Whatever, kid." If Rogue's eyes weren't deceiving her, Logan's
expression turned to that of pity. "You want to get food or something?"
"Yeah, I think there's some left over lasagna in the kitchen."
"No, I mean I'll take you out for some food, you look like the walking dead
anyway."
Rogue absentmindedly ran her hand through her hair. "Thanks."
"Come on, I'll treat."
"You know, you were never the one to pay for things."
"And you never accept good things when they come. Let's go."
"It's cause they're never there," she muttered under her breath, following
him out the door.
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30 minutes later Logan and Rogue were sitting in a dimly lit café that
Rogue had insisted they go to. Logan was staring at his soda, probably
depressed it wasn't beer. Rogue sat sipping her cappuccino, staring
distractedly out the window. It was the same place she had sat with John.
"So old wheels told me you can control your powers."
Rogue snorted. "Yeah, and pigs can fly," she responded, using a cliché she
usually detested, but it seemed to fit her situation.
"He did say you were having some troubles with it."
"Troubles? Troubles?I practically sent three kids to their deathbeds
already, " she turned to stare at him. "And I wasn't even touching them!
I'm dangerous, I shouldn't even be here right now, what if I hurt you?
There's no way in hell I'm driving that bike all the way to the mansion to
get help. And what about-"
"Rogue," Logan cut her off. "Rogue, kid, you're new to this. The Professor
didn't expect you to master it the first day."
"But I only have a couple more days and I can't-I can't afford to waste
them," her speech was slowing down. "Do have any idea how much I hate this?
Not being able to touch anyone. I mean, love the X-men, I really do, and
I'm so proud to be a mutant," she bit her lip, shaking her head. "But I
really wish I could know what it feels like to be normal." Sighing, Rogue
reached for her drink, reconsidered, and finally rested her head in her
hands.
"Look, kid, I've known you long enough to know that you can do this. You're
stronger than you give yourself credit for." At this Logan adapted a small
smile. "Come on. We better get back to the mansion, ol' one eye might think
I kidnapped you."
Rogue followed Logan out of the café and strapped on her helmet, closing
her eyes as they zoomed past different shops and houses, wishing she were
any where but here.